Nyx stood outside her house, her heart thumping. What was going on with her son? How was he? How was he doing? Did anything bad happen to him?
"I hope he is fine wherever he is," she prayed, her heart still thumping for whatever reason.
"Are you okay mother?" Thane appeared with a small pot in his hands.
She looked at him, and calmed down a little, "Oh Thane, you are here."
"What is the matter? You seem worried," he walked up to her.
She nodded, "I am just a little tensed. I wonder if my son is okay."
He laughed nervously, "He is fine. He is one strong wolf, why worry about him?" He held her hand, and led her inside, he made her sit, and went inside the kitchen to drop the pot.
"What have you got in there?" She asked inquisitively.
"Some soup. It's quite cold, you should warm up a little," he sat beside her.